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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 the Normal to the jazz 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.