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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Can,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.