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 Uruguay 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Icehouse to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
Q65,
Can,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Swans,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.