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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Detroit Cobras to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
Suicide,
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.