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 Finland and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 The Trojans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.