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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lakeside to the techno 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.