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 Slovakia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.