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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 The Fortunes to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.