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 Chad and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jacques Brel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Josef K,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.