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 Brunei and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.