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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.