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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
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 marimba 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 The Doors to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.