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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Henry Cow to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Whodini,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
Radiohead,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.