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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Minny Pops to the punk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.