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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Crime,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.