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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.