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 Macedonia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Soulsonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.