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 Uruguay and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Enemy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Monolake,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
MDC,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
Harmonia,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.