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 Botswana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Smog to the grime 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.