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 Monaco and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Josef K to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
the Association,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.