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 Maldives and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
Slave,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.