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 Indonesia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
the Swans,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.