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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic 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.