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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.