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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Ituana to the jazz 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Q65,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.