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 Vietnam and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
DNA,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.