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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.