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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Zapp to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Gories,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.