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 India and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Model 500 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.