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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Nirvana to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
Grauzone,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.