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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 MDC to the punk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.