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 Moldova and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Q65,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.