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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Motions to the grunge 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.