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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
AZ,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.