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 Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Trux to the dance 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.