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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Searchers to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.