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 Ghana and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Searchers to the rap 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.