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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Sonic Youth 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Lyres,
The Cure,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.