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 France and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.