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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.