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 Laos 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Pagans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
Swans,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.