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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
The Index,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.