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 St Lucia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
Television,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.