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 Dominica 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Wings to the disco 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.