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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Chris Corsano to the rock 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.