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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
John Cale,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.