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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Y Pants to the dance 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.