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 Comoros and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.