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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Skriet to the jazz 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.