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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nico to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.