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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.