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 Nepal and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.