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 Malawi and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Das Ding to the crunk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
CMW,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.