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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.