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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bang On A Can to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Swans,
The Smoke,
X-102,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.