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 Grenada 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June Days to the crunk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
UT,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.