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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
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 snare 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 Janne Schatter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
Organ,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.