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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Magma,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.