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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harmonia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
Can,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.