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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
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 Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grauzone to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.