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 Brunei and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Wake to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Cluster,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.