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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.