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 Barbados 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.