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 Belarus 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cameo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.