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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jandek to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q65,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.