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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
ABBA,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.