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 Greece and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.