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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
Scrapy,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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