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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maurizio to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.