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 Vietnam and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Mr. Review to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.