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 Brazil and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 June Days to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
The Motions,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.