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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 The Velvet Underground to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.