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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.