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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Inner City to the jazz 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.