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 Mozambique and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.