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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
The Litter,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.