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 United States and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Kinks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.