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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pulsallama to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
Little Man,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.