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 Chile and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 a-ha to the rock 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
The Names,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.