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-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.