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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran to the jazz 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
Visage,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.