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 Belize and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.