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 Iceland and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Leaves to the crunk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
MDC,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.