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 Iran and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Cramps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
The Searchers,
The Move,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.