Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Palau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sixth Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Brick,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
MC5,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.