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 Bhutan 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.