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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 KRS-One to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
The Kinks,
Wire,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.