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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 harpsichord and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
Index,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.