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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maurizio to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
Pole,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.