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 Poland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
The Monks,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.