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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oneida to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.