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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 E-Dancer 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Shoche,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
Index,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.