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 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bobby Sherman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.