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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
Scion,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.