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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
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 chamberlin 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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.