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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.