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 Liberia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.