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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Busters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.