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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Moon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.