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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Red Krayola to the disco 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
CMW,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.