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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.