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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
Fluxion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visage,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.