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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Marine Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
Can,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.