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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Adolescents to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
Brick,
cv313,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.