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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat to the punk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.