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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
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 Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.