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 Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.