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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 The Zeros to the electroclash 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.