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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Pantaleimon to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.