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 Slovenia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.