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 Turkmenistan and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.