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 Chile and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.