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 Yemen and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
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 arpeggiator 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 Deakin to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.