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 Togo and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Model 500 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
Magma,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
The Martian,
Lyres,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.