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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Angels of Light to the rock 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.