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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Morten Harket to the grunge 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Magazine,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.