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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
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 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 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 OOIOO to the jazz 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Scion,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.