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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.