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 Niger and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.