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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joy Division to the rap 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.