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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Metal Thangz to the funk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.