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 Mongolia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MDC to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.