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 Eritrea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bronski Beat to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
Smog,
Bluetip,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Franke,
Crime,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.