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 Maldives and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.