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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
Organ,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.