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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.