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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Residents to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.