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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pagans to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.