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 Mauritania 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Can,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.