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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Bronski Beat to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
The Cure,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.