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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
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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.