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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.