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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.