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 Netherlands and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.