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 Libya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ken Boothe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
Scion,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.