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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 ABBA to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Lalann,
Hashim,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.