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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 E-Dancer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
Franke,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
Smog,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.