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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.