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 Senegal 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gabor Szabo 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.