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 Dominica and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 The Searchers to the rap 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.