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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Grass Roots to the crunk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.