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 Korea North and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Gong,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.