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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
Franke,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.