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 Belize and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Oneida,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.