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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bronski Beat to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.