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 New Zealand and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
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 marimba 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 MC5 to the crunk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
Television,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.