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 Armenia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.