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 Denmark 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.