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 Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 K-Klass to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
Ten City,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Warsaw,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
PIL,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
CMW,
Hoover,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.