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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Gang Green to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
DNA,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.