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 Peru and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
AZ,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.