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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Slave,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.