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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fall to the rap 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Lalann,
June Days,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.