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 Russia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.