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 Mauritania 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Yaz to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
The Doors,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.