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 the UAE and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Television,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.