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 Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deakin to the grunge 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
The Wake,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.