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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Columbus and Calgary.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
Japan,
Index,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.