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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.