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 Thailand 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Adolescents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.