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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 KRS-One to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
New Order,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.