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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
Fear,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.