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 Uganda and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Q65,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Oneida,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.