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 Brunei and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bronski Beat to the punk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments 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?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
The Trojans,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.