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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Lower 48 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.