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 Korea South and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
Inner City,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.