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 Israel 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.