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 Uganda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Moody Blues to the techno 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.