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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Shoche to the disco 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.