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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
Can,
New Order,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.