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 Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.