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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.