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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Khruangbin to the punk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.