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 Sweden and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Connie Case to the rap 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
Q65,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.