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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cluster 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.