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 Mali and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Golliwogs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.