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 Bahrain and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Anakelly to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.