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 Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 D'Angelo to the crunk 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
Ten City,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.