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 Armenia and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.