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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Liliput,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.