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 Turkey and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
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 snare 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
John Cale,
New Order,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.