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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.