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 Barbados 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 The New Christs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
Q65,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.