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 Chad and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.