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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Japan,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.