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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fluxion to the grime 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Blancmange,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.