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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Zapp to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.