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 Albania and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Erasure to the grunge 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Almond,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.