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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Suicide to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
June Days,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.