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 Czech Republic 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the rap 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
The Names,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.