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 Nicaragua and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 The Residents to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Japan,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Ludus,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.