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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Warren Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.