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 Burkina and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 PIL to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
JFA,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.