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 San Marino and from Spokane.
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 Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Associates to the crunk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Television,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.