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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Newcleus to the crunk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
Sparks,
The Associates,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.