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 Korea North and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 the Soft Cell to the jazz 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.