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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.