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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Curtis Mayfield to the funk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Ronan,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.