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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Schoolly D to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.