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 Japan and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Gichy Dan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
UT,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.