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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
UT,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.