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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.