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 United States and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec 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 grunge 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.