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 Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Minny Pops to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.