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 Haiti 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jawbox to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.