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 Singapore and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tom Boy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
The Martian,
JFA,
MC5,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.