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 Botswana and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
MDC,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.