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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.