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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
Franke,
Monolake,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.