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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
The Move,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.