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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 The Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
Erasure,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.