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 Palau and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.