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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slits to the rap 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Faust,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.