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 Serbia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
UT,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Can,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.