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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the crunk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
Q65,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.