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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television Personalities to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
the Association,
JFA,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.