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 Brunei and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
Slave,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.