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 Netherlands and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 The Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.