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 Canada and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Eric Copeland to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
X-101,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
Echospace,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.