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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.