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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Agitation Free to the funk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Can,
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.