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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.