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 Haiti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.