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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 X-102 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.