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 South Africa and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Half Japanese to the funk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.