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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 FM Einheit to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Make Up 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Severed Heads,
Gong,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
JFA,
The Selecter,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.