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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 arpeggiator 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 Bill Near to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
JFA,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Brick,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.