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 Ecuador 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.