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 Algeria and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Colin Newman to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.