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 Germany and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rotary Connection to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.