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 Canada 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
Mars,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.