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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Oneida,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.