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 Chad and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.