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 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Men They Couldn't Hang 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.