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 Congo and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.