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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Lyres to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
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.