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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.