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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
Franke,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.