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 Haiti 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 David Axelrod to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.