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 Oman and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
The Victims,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.