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 Barbados and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Dawn Penn,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.