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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Machine,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Magma,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
PIL,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.