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 Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shadows of Knight to the dance 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.