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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Mark Hollis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
Nico,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
10cc,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.