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 Vietnam and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 spring reverb 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 D'Angelo to the disco 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
Wings,
Sparks,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.