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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Slave,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.