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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Görl to the funk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
The Victims,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.