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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 Tehran and Mumbai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugs to the rock 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
June of 44,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.