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 Brunei 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Five Americans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.