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 Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Animal Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.