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 Kenya and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.