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 Bhutan 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Cal Tjader to the dance 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
MDC,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.