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 Germany and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.