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 Finland and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Man Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
Q65,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Rakim,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.