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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Doors 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Robert Görl,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.