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 Thailand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
Rakim,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.