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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
the Slits,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.