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 India and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the techno 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.