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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.