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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Visage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.