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 Maldives and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.