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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David McCallum 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.