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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Essential Logic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Crime,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.