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 Panama and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Excepter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.