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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
ABC,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.