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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.