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 Estonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 R.M.O. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
the Swans,
The Monks,
The Slits,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.