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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.