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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Family And The Poor 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
Crime,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.