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 East Timor and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.