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 Korea South and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 EPMD to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.