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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Rekid to the dance 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.