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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Harmonia to the jazz 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.