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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.