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 Tuvalu and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-101 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
MC5,
The Invisible,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.