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 Fiji 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.