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 Andorra and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
Television,
the Human League,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.