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 France and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 World's Most to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.