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 Sweden and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Fuzztones to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Nico,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.