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 Qatar and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Count Five to the dance 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
Visage,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.