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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 The Leaves to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Roxette,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.