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 Lithuania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
the Human League,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.