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 Russia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 In Retrospect to the jazz 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Essential Logic,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.