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 Czech Republic 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.