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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.