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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.