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 Namibia 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Camouflage to the crunk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.