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 Moldova 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Minor Threat 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.