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 Malta 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
June of 44,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
Q65,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.