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 Brunei and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.