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 Slovakia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Little Man to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.