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 Tanzania and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül II to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.