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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tommy Roe to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.