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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Q65,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.