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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.