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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 The Toasters to the grunge 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.