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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.