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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Nico,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.