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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a 808 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.