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 Benin and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Kayak,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
JFA,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.