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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Infiniti 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.