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 Israel and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pantaleimon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Model 500,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
Scion,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.