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 Rwanda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.