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 Latvia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.