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 Togo and from New York.
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 Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
UT,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
X-102,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.