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 Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
the Germs,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.