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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
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 clarinet 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.