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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lower 48 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.