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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
Wire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.