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 Cyprus and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Model 500 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.