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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.