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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Rapeman to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.