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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Magazine to the crunk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.