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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Hashim,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.