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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Christie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.