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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
Organ,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.