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 Andorra 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unwound to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.