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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scion to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.