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 Belgium and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
CMW,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Kas Product,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.