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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
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 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 Pussy Galore to the disco 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.