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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 theremin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
Q65,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.