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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 MC5 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.