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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
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 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 Black Pus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
the Slits,
The Names,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
10cc,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.