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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brass Construction to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
Fear,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
The Offenders,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.