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 Hungary and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.