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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
MC5,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.