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 Oman and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.