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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
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 clarinet 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 Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
Smog,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.