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 Germany and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Kayak,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.