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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
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 rhodes 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.