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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Velvet Underground to the dance 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.