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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Sister Nancy to the funk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.