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 Austria 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bush Tetras to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
Q65,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.