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 Philippines and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.