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 Germany and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cymande to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Can,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.