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 Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dennis Brown to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.