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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sam Rivers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.