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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Erasure to the dance 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.