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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 the Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.