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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 David Bowie to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.