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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.