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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spoonie Gee,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
Nas,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.