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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
Crime,
Howard Jones,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.