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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 10cc to the dance 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
The Cramps,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.