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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fugazi to the punk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.