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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.