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 Zambia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Pagans,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.