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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
Can,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.