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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 H. Thieme to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Cluster,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.