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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 The J.B.'s to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.