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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Bronski Beat 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.