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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 marimba 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 Oblivians to the disco 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.