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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Faust to the dance 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
Scion,
10cc,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.