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 Niger and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Main Source to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.