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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Golliwogs to the punk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
Josef K,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.