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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Amon Düül II to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.