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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
Unwound,
Whodini,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.