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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Soft Cell to the funk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.