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 East Timor and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultravox to the funk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.