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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Easy Going to the rock 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
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.