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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Erasure to the techno 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.