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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Camberwell Now to the punk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.