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 Argentina and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Warren Ellis to the disco 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Al Stewart,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
UT,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.