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 Grenada and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Young Marble Giants to the rock 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 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?
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.