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 Cuba and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q65,
Can,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.