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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos 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 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 David Bowie 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 Barracudas to the punk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.