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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.