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 Suriname and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Los Fastidios to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.