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 Ecuador and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Can,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.