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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Bronski Beat to the grime 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.