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 Greece and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Roy Ayers to the techno 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
UT,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.