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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Niagra to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
Wire,
K-Klass,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.