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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fad Gadget to the techno 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.