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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.