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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quantec to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.