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 Maldives 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 L. Decosne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.