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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Walker Brothers,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.