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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 The Last Poets to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Monks,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.