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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Scion,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
The Victims,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.