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 Spain and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring 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 Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
UT,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.