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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.