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 Tunisia and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
Index,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.