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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Motorama,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.