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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
Crime,
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.