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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 rock 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.