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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.