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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.