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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
DNA,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.