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 Nepal and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shoche,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.