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 Swaziland and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.