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 Benin and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
ABBA,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
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.