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 Germany and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Kas Product to the rock 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.