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 Kenya and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.