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 Japan 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Country Teasers to the dance 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
the Human League,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Franke,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.