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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.