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 Maldives and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.