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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
Scion,
Camouflage,
Mars,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.