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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.