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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Inner City,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Visage,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.