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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Josef K to the crunk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.