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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.