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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Au Pairs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
JFA,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.