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 Honduras 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
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 snare 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 Black Bananas to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
10cc,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.