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 Dominica and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.