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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Nico,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Index,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.