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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Organ,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.