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 Djibouti 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Animal Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.