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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.