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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.