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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.