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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.