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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.