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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 the Normal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Icehouse,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.