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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T.S.O.L. 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
Technova,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.