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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Guru Guru to the crunk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
MC5,
Excepter,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.