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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 The J.B.'s to the disco 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
The Residents,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.