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 Bhutan and from Manila.
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 Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
Monolake,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
Hashim,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
Zapp,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.