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 Poland and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Television,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.