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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 The Kinks to the techno 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
T. Rex,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.