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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Don Cherry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
MDC,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.