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 Belize and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
X-102,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.