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 Germany and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dennis Brown to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
Roxette,
Neu!,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
Q65,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.