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 Latvia and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 The Dead C to the rap 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.