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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Invisible to the techno 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.