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 Palau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Can,
Little Man,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.