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 China and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grunge 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
The Move,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
UT,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.