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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Main Source to the dance 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
David Bowie,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.