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 Chile and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.