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 the UAE and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons 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?
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.