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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Martian to the rap 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.