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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Unwound to the disco 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.