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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Motions to the dance 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.