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 Iraq and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Max Romeo to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.