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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Man Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.