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 Vietnam and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.