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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mummies to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
PIL,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.