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 Brazil and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
The Monks,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Inner City,
The Martian,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.