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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rotary Connection to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Wire,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.