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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Accadde A to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.