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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
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 Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the punk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Rakim,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.