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 Chad and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gories to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
X-102,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.