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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 The Electric Prunes 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.