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 Estonia and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Absolute Body Control 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Q65,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Scion,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.