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 Qatar and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 The Tremeloes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.