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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moby Grape to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.