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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
PIL,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.