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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
Smog,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
June of 44,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Brick,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.