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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Supertramp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.