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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Bronski Beat to the techno 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.