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 Gabon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.