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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantytec to the techno 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.