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 Egypt and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.