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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.