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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.