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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Index,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
The Index,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.