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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.