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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Joyce Sims to the rock 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
MC5,
Darondo,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.