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 Austria and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes 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?
Main Source,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.