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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Minor Threat to the rap 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.