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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Darondo to the crunk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.