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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
The Litter,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
AZ,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.