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 Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Whodini to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.