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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
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 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 Black Dice to the electroclash 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.