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 Latvia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Urselle,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.