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 Angola and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.