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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sarah Menescal to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
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.