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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The Moleskins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
The Index,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.