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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.