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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kayak to the crunk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
UT,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.