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 Angola and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
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 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 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
Monks,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.