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 Sweden and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Massinfluence to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.