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 Iraq and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tremeloes to the grunge 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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?
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Television,
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Moebius,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.