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 Tuvalu and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Icehouse to the crunk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.