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 Brunei and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Detroit Cobras to the funk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.