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 Kingdom and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bronski Beat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
Suicide,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.