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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.