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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
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 Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.