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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Jacob Miller to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.