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 Peru and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 The Neon Judgement to the disco 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Das Ding,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.