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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Leaves to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
Crime,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
X-102,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.