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 Rwanda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Evens to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
The Evens,
Smog,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.