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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Victims 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.