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 Rwanda and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 KRS-One to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.