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 Jordan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gichy Dan 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Fear,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.