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 Georgia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.