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 Canada and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sandy B to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Ronan,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.