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 Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Von Mondo to the dance 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.