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 Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Residents to the techno 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Q65,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Fear,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.