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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
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 Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ohio Players to the jazz 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.