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 Malawi and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Whodini,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.