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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
Japan,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.