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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Faust to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Intrusion,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.