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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.