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 Argentina and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Neil Young to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
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John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.