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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the crunk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
The Move,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.