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 Tanzania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Whodini to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.