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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Brick,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.