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 India and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Smog,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Cymande,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.