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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.