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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q65,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.