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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat 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?
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Interpol,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Magma,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.