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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.