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 Brazil and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.