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 Romania and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.