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 Russia and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Bar-Kays to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.