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 Burkina and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacques Brel to the punk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.