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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Derrick May to the rap 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.