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 Croatia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
MDC,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
Wire,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.