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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June Days to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.