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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
MC5,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.