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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Bronski Beat to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
Faust,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.