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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Saints to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.